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SUGAR DADDY; C. MONAGHAN

SUGAR DADDY!CAMERON MONAGHAN X F!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT! DADDY KINK!!! (like extremely- obviously.. don’t read if you’re uncomfortable!!), dom!cam/sub!reader, spanking, choking (sexually), he is cockyyyy - i’m so sorry for how rushed the end is, i felt like i needed to end it soon and i wanted to try and get it out as soon as possible - grammar mistakes bc my autocorrect sucks

WORD COUNT: 11,383 - sorry guys, i got carried away

A/N: REQUESTED! obvi this isn’t gonna be how cam acts (given it’s also a fic), but yk..! also to the person that requested this, i really hope you like it and this is what you wanted!! 🖤

some that wanted tagged!: @l3xilove @darkmoviesquotespizza @hughestv 🖤🖤

SUMMARY: Being a broke college student was hard. Hoping that you’ll be able to take the edge off one night, you head to a bar downtown. You meet a man that was willing to help you..

You groan and wipe your hands over your face as you stare at your reflection. For the past couple months, you’ve been struggling with money and rent, having to tear apart your dorm to find any loose change or pick up small shifts at any sort of store that was willing to hire. All you wanted was a break, whether it was for a couple weeks or a night.

You walked back towards your bed as you threw yourself on it, staring up at the ceiling. Different ideas combat in your mind, fighting for your motivation or being thrown away in lack of.

You huff as you look over towards your nightstand that was placed next to your bed, staring at your phone resting there. The thought popped in your mind earlier, but you were quick to try and shut it down. It was back now and louder, wanting every single part of you to focus on it. As you slowly gave in, you groaned again and reached for your phone.

It was sometime later than nine, dark enough outside that the lights of the buildings reflected off of windows. You sighed as you looked back at your phone, fighting the urge to get up and run to your small closet. You didn’t.

You shuffled through your clothes, trying to find something appropriate to wear to a bar. Your hand gets caught on a hanger as you pass by all of the options and you pull it out, scanning your eyes over the small dress. You shrug and grab it, knowing that there was nothing else you owned that would fit the setting.

Smoothing out the small wrinkles in the dress with flat hands, you look back up at your reflection, not exactly upset at it. You tweaked your hair and light makeup, not going to look for a hookup, more so a drink to get the edge off.

You grab your phone and wallet and make your way outside. The bar was just down the street from your building and trusting the people in the neighborhood, you walked your whole way down the slightly damp sidewalk. The day before was full of thunderstorms, heavy rain smacking against your thin windows. The road was still wet as cars drove over it, the sound of the tires rolling over the water filling your ears.

Once you made your way inside the bar, your path lead straight to the stool that was in front of the counter. You sighed as you sat down, setting your wallet in front of you, feeling around for just enough money to buy a drink or two. You called down the bartender and ordered, waiting impatiently for it. You spent the entire week debating on this idea, wondering if it was a good waste of your money and time. Too late now, you thought.

“You alright?”

Your head looked to your left at the voice, eyes meeting with dark green ones. He had ginger hair with a strong jawline and perfectly made smile lines around his mouth. He was two seats down from where you sat at the bar, sitting tall with his crossed arms resting on the counter. He sat confident with a certain hint of emotion in his voice that you couldn’t understand yet. Your eyes scanned over his body, before realizing you haven’t answered the handsome man.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” You tried to sound as confident as him, but once the bartender came back with your drink, you immediately took it and drank it. You heard a soft laugh from your side from the same man, a quiet sound of the seat screeching before strong footsteps walked towards you. As you set down your glass, you swallow the sharp liquid, licking over your teeth.

“Your leg.” His voice was louder now that he was sitting next to you. It sounded more manly once he was closer to you, a sort of rasp in his voice that sent chills down your spine. Maybe you wouldn’t mind a hookup.

You gave him a questioning look before looking down at your leg, realizing that it had been bouncing anxiously. You immediately stopped, putting one of your hands on it to stop it from repeating. He laughed again, flagging down the bartender and ordering two shots. You didn’t pay attention to what he was getting, suddenly trying not to feel embarrassed in front of the unknown man.

“I’ll ask again, are you alright?” He looked over at you, his bright hair shining in the bar lights. You snapped out of your quick daze, blinking and nodding.

“Yeah, just.. stressed.” You shrugged, trying to play it off. You’d rather not get into your money issues with a stranger while you’re drinking.

Loud music plays through the vast building, everyone chatting with someone else. You looked around to take in the setting, watching people exchange numbers or tongues, watching people dance or make out and, obviously, drink.

“You’re doing it again.” Your head snaps back to him as he stares at your leg. You sigh as you put your hand over it again, trying to remind yourself to stop. You flinch as you feel a cold hand move over yours, lightly sitting on top of your thigh. He keeps eye contact with you, silently asking if it was okay. You hesitate for a second, before nodding and moving your hand so he can keep his on your skin. He gives you a smile and then looks back as the bartender sets the tiny glasses in front of him. He grabs one with his free hand and looks over at you, nodding his head towards the other. He smirks, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no. “I didn’t do anything to it, if that’s why you’re hesitant. You saw him pour it.” He states, bringing the cup up to his lips and hiding his soft smile behind it. You try to hide a laugh as you grab it, clinking it with his. You both take it at the same time, setting the shot glasses down on the table in sync. Your nose scrunches as you swallow it, the feeling of it burns sliding down your throat. He laughs at your reaction, seeming to take the drink lightly.

You realized after that your hand went down to his that rested on your thigh and grabbed it, trying to find something to ground you from the strong taste. When you looked back up, he averted his gaze and looked around the bar as if he didn’t notice. You smile to yourself, feeling your face heat up.

“What were you stressed about?” He breaks the silence and looks back at you. You hesitate before replying, knowing it would be easier to get it off your chest than keep it in until you’re done with college.

“Just money problems. I almost never have enough to pay for college and rent and it’s just really stressful.” You ramble, taking your hand away subconsciously and setting your elbows on the bar and putting your face in your hands. You regretted it immediately after you told him, huffing out an annoyed breath. A potential hookup wouldn’t want to hear about your money issues.

“I could help with that.”

Your head snapped up to look at him, analyzing his serious face. No smile, no sign of joking, showing you he was being earnest. You opened your mouth to question him, but he started talking before you could.

“I could help you out with your money issues.. if you help me with something else.”

You keep eye contact with him as you think over your options, subtly squeezing his hand that was still resting on your thigh. A small smirk formed on his face when he realized you were giving in. You swallowed a lump in your throat before nodding, still keeping contact with him. He smirks and grasps your thigh making goosebumps form on your skin.

"I haven't even told you what I had in mind and you're already agreeing." He teases with a cocky attitude. You feel your cheeks heat up in response, looking away from his piercing gaze. Suddenly, you feel two fingers rest under your chin and moves your head up to look at him again. "C'mon, you wanna be a good girl for your daddy, huh?"

A shiver passes through your body as heat travels down your body, going directly to your core. Your eyes widen slightly as his dirty words leave his smirking mouth, goosebumps forming on your skin. Your situation finally settled in as he talked to you, realizing that the man in front of you was now your supply for money... in return of staying with him. Swallowing dryly, you nod your head slowly, your body completely frozen to your seat at the bar. It wasn't like he was unattractive, if anything you were glad he chose you instead of some other bimbo in the club.

"Good." Pale fingers tap your chin gently, before taking his hand away and standing up swiftly. You have to look up at him from your seat, starting to feel intimidated by his height. His lips curl up wider as he watches you and your body language, noticing the way your thighs gravitate towards the other and how vulnerable you looked right now. He already loved the sense of power he held over you. "Let's dance.." He let his sentence trail off as he waits for you to reply. A pale hand reaches out and stays there until you grab it.

"Y/N." You reply, staring at him. You felt stupid, immediately bending to the stranger's will. No one has ever captivated you like he has; his character was confident and smooth, and it captured you so easily.

He smiles down at you, "Let's dance, Y/N." He pulls you up by your joined hands and walks the both of you over towards the floor. The place wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty either. It was only ever used by casual customers, the people that get home from their jobs at the end of the day and decide that they needed a drink for the fifth time that week. You've been here two or three times before, given the drinks weren't as expensive compared to the other bar a couple minutes away. It was bigger than this one and held more college students, the ones that thought it was better to pay for a drink that was overpriced than sit in a nasty, old bar like this one. You didn't mind it though. Especially not now.

The man pulls you close to him, turning you around and pressing you up against his front quickly. His movements were always calculated and effortless, never seeming to fault or trip in the slightest.

His hands grip your hips as his nails slowly dig into your skin the more you move against him. Grinding your hips back onto his as the music gets louder and fills your ears, gradually taking over your body. A low grunt sounded in your ear, interrupting the song. Your body heats up at the new noise, already feeling greedy for more. You roll your hips back again, trying to hit him perfectly.

“You already want it that bad, doll?” The man whispered in your ear, somehow cutting through the music and sending a chill down your spine. Your hands guide themselves down to rest on his, squeezing them tighter against you making him push you back against him. You gasp as you feel something against your backside, many thoughts clouding your mind but none of them mattered once you realized that he wants it as bad as you do.

You nod your head submissively, leaning back to lie it on his shoulder. Moving your eyes to look up at him, his green ones meet yours as a confident smile takes over his pink lips. He leans down slightly, just barely hovering over your lips.

“Look at what you did to daddy.” A breathy moan escapes your mouth at his words, as he ushers your hand down with his to his crotch. He folds his hand over yours as he makes you touch him, feeling the bulge in his pants. You could only imagine how wet you were right now.

A wide smirk graces his handsome features, never moving his lips an inch away from you. He stood still, both of your bodies lightly moving from the music. Impatiently, you lean up and capture his lips with yours. He groans involuntarily, surprised at your surge of confidence.

Everything hit you once his tongue slid past your lips and into your mouth. You were making out with a stranger in a bar, that had said, just moments before, that he would “help you out” with your money issues. You also realized that you never knew what the handsome gingers name was. Maybe that was his ploy, to only let you refer to him as your daddy and not his true identity. I guess that’s all he was to you now; your daddy. You couldn’t say that you didn’t like it.

Whining as he pulls away from the kiss, the hand the was once placed on yours, travels up and hooks his thumb with your lip and slowly drags it down. Your eyes never leave his cunning ones as his gaze was on your lip. Spit starts to gather in your mouth as he doesn’t let go. Finally, after several more seconds, he lets it fly back up and catch a small drop of saliva before bringing his finger up to his lips and pushing his thumb in his mouth. He moans at the taste and his eyes never look away from yours. His sounds affect your body in a way you didn’t even know possible. He held such strength over you that you weren’t sure you would even make it through the rest of the night before practically throwing yourself at him.

“Why don’t we go back to my place, baby? We can have all the fun we want.” He smirks and the other hand on your hip starts to shift down your stomach. No words seemed to fill your head as you nod with fervor, too entranced with the idea of falling in bed with the ginger. “Good girl. C’mon.” He starts to walk as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you with him. You immediately let him, quickly falling instep with him on the way out. Before he leaves, he makes his way over to the bar and tips the bartender generously, walking away casually. The worker stood in shock at the money before him, eyes darting between the man walking out of the small building and the green cash in front of him. When you look back at the pale man beside you, there was a faint smirk still on his face as he looked straight ahead.

Stepping out into the cold air made goosebumps form on your exposed arms and legs. He notices quickly, shrugging off his light jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. Arriving at your destination towards his car, your eyes scan over the expensive model, mouth unknowingly agape. A small chuckle was heard behind you as a finger lifts up under your chin and shuts it gently. “Close your mouth, angel. I’ll use that to my advantage later.” Heat raises to your cheeks fast as his bold words never stop leaving his perfect lips, seeming to tease you on purpose just for your reaction. His hand comes back to your lower back, escorting you to the passenger side of his car. “Get in, babygirl.” His voice was raspy as the night carries out, his dominant tone never failing to send certain jolts of electricity straight to your core. “I’m gonna spoil you rotten.” He whispers in your ear before kissing it and walking around his car to the drivers side.

You stood in shock for a couple seconds, before having to gather yourself and get into his car. You came to the realization that this was definitely not the safest idea, especially around 11 pm. But you were willing to take the risk if you managed to leave with at least a couple more dollars if the night turned out well and not end up dead on the side of the road.

The shutting of his car door cut you out of your paranoia, looking over to him as he clicks the radio on and rests his hands on the steering wheel in front of him. It seemed new, the reflective surface illuminating spots with the bright street lamps; the smooth cover and the perfect sound of his rough hands sliding against the soft texture. His arm moved backwards, resting it against the back of your seat, looking behind him as he pulls his car out of the parking space. Your body grows hotter as you watch him carefully, your thighs feeling tighter against each other without you realizing. He does, though.

A freckled hand reaches out and rests on your thigh, making you freeze. The warmth of his hand spreads through your body, in contrast to the goosebumps that still remained on your skin from the midnight chill outside. He squeezes it as the song on the radio slowly adds more bass and grows louder, matching with the tense atmosphere in the car. His fingers gradually inch up your thigh, towards the end of your dress. He swipes one finger over the edge of it, never once looking over at you. His face was stone cold, putting on his blinker when he needed to, turning when he was supposed to, and stopping at the red lights that reflected off of his face in the dark lighting of the night.

As soon as his fingers brush by your underwear, he stops the car and pulls his hand away. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, he grabs your chin and tilts your head towards him. His face hasn’t changed as he stays neutral and looks straight into your eyes. “You know what you’re getting into, right, doll?” He asks, seriously. The new demeanor intimated you quickly as you nod. “Good.” He gives you a smile. “You’re gonna be so good for your new daddy.”

Chills erupt on your body, as you nod eagerly. He taps your chin lightly with his thumb and then pulls away again, reaching over to open your door for you. He stays silent as he unlocks his as well, following his movements as he steps out of his car. Once you tear your gaze away from him, you look ahead of you at his house. You stand in shock as you stare at it, entranced by the beautiful design. It was big with many stories, a mansion even. It was white with certain decorations that made it stand out in the desolate area. You wondered what he did for a living..

“You coming?” Blinking, you look away from his house and watch him walk towards it. He looks back at you with a cocky smirk, before moving his eyes back ahead of him when he was sure you heard him. Quickly, you catch up to him and join his side as he walks up the several steps to his house, if you can even call it that.

He unlocks it and lets you walk in first. Your eyes immediately scan the area that was in your vision, already in shock at the beautiful interior. A laugh sounds behind you as his keys stop jingling and is thrown in a bowl that sat on top of a side table beside the entrance. He comes up behind you, his body just inches away from your back, feeling the tense air between it. “You wanna head to my bedroom or gawk at the house a little more, hm?” He teases you, whispering softly in your ear. It was enough to make your body heat up again, and you nod in response. He hums appreciatively at your answer, taking your hand is his and starting to walk again.

Once you both make your way up some stairs and he finds a certain door, it slides open smoothly and reveals a large bedroom. The walls were darker compared to the rest of the house. A desk sits by a wall, the surface clean, but holding a pencil case and some stray papers. It was sort of bland, but it had enough taste to make you feel comfortable in it. Walking inside, you turn around as he closes the door and takes smooth strides towards you. Hands finding their way to your hips as they pull you closer, pressing your body against his. The sudden movements always surprise you, something that the redhead liked.

He liked having you bend to his will, to have you wrapped around his finger. In the back of his head, he knew that a majority of the agreement to come back to his place was because of the money, but he didn’t focus on it. He liked having you with him, it felt normal, almost.

“You’re gonna be so pretty, lying down on my bed with your legs open wide for me. Can’t wait to finally feel what it’s like to fuck you, having you beg me for more.” He talks, his hand slowly traveling up your body. You hold back a moan from his words, an unexplainable feeling inside your body growing hotter. Curling his hand around your throat, he adds pressure to your neck. Your lips part slightly at the sudden force against you, leaving your mouth open for him. He takes it to his advantage as his other hand moves up towards your face.

His thumb inches forward, into your mouth. His green eyes stare at your lips, waiting for you to close them around his digit. You comply to his silent demand quickly, letting his thumb rest on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks against him as his pupils get larger, the green in his eyes barely noticeable now. He moves his thumb back as far as his finger would go, before taking it out. Spit is left on your lower lip as he rests the pad of his finger on it, eyes never once leaving the sensual scene in front of him. He stepped closer to you, your body just inches away from his. He drags your lip down further and then lets go, watching it snap back up towards you. Without hesitation, he leans forward and takes your mouth in a desperate kiss.

The grip around your throat felt tighter as seconds go by. His tongue meshes with yours as his free hand sets itself on your hip. His tall stature held its own advantage over you, making you feel even more vulnerable in his touch.

He groans as he pulls away, but stays still just inches away from your face. “Get on the bed and spread your pretty legs for daddy. I wanna see how much you need me.” Chills raise on your body at his demanding voice, in contrast to the overwhelming heat that kept your body captive.

You immediately bend to his orders once he lets you go, sitting back on the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you clamp your thighs together, whether it was your reality check coming to you or the fact you were about to open your legs for a stranger. He reaches forward and takes off your heels, setting them down on the floor. He stood by the foot of the bed, staring down at you with violent eyes. They made goosebumps prickle your skin, suddenly wondering what he was going to do with you.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl for your daddy?” He mocks, a shadow of a smirk curling on one side of his lips. You feel heat starting to form on your face, embarrassment starting to flow through your body. “C’mon, baby. Let me look at ya.” His hands land on your thighs, flinching from the cold of his palms. His smirk widens at your reaction, already loving the responses he’s gotten out of you. And he hasn’t even started yet.

His hands slowly inch towards your inner thighs, grabbing them with strict fingers as he moves them apart. You come to terms that it would be better not to fight it as the cold air brushes under your dress, his strong hands already getting a hold of you. You let him open your legs, keeping strong eye contact the entire time. He licks his lips and looks down once your thighs are spread and moves his smooth hands up your skin. Your dress scrunches up to your hips at the position of your feet on the bed as your knees are bent, giving him the perfect view from above.

“Knew you’d look so pretty like this..” His voice grew quieter as he talked, more so to himself. He doesn’t take his eyes away from under your dress, letting the flimsy material fall around your waist. His right hand shifts towards your underwear, slowly teasing the edge of it. He hooks his finger under the crease that rests at the very top of your thigh and pulls it as far as it can go before letting it snap back down on your skin. He smiles at the action, moving his fingers over the front of the fabric, watching you grow more impatient than you were seconds before.

“Daddy..” Before you realized it, the word slips out of your mouth as you whine. Closing your eyes as your body heats up, you feel embarrassed letting the other man take complete control of you.

“Finally.” He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. His fingers suddenly press down on your clit over your underwear, making you gasp and your eyes fly open. “Been waiting for you to talk to me.” He speaks, watching the way his fingers slowly make their way down your underwear and starting to hook over the edge. “As much as I love watching those sweet eyes of yours look up at me, doll.. I like it better when you talk to daddy.”

Your hand flies over your mouth in surprise as he quickly gathers your wetness and moves his finger inside you. The fast movement shocked your body as you lie still, clenching around his one digit.

He shakes his head in a disapproving manner, “Take your hand away. I wanna hear you beg for more.” Sliding in another finger, he moves them faster inside you, hitting the perfect spot each time. You put your hand back down on the bed per his request, gripping the satin sheets in your clenched fist. The sound of his fingers going in and out of you filled the silent room, only managing to turn you on more. Once his thumb hits your clit and rubs circles on it, you were done for. “You gonna cum, baby?” He looks up at you on the bed and watches the way your expressions change. Nodding as your reply, your eyes flutter open and shut quickly. “Look at me when you come.”

It was as if it were on demand, your eyes connect with his as your body lets go and follows his orders. As your thighs stop shaking, you close your eyes for a couple seconds. Once you open them, you’re met with the sight of the ginger taking his fingers away from you and bringing them up to his mouth. Pushing the pale digits past his pink lips, he groans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” His hands land back on your thighs as he starts to move onto the bed and lean over you. “Knew I couldn’t leave my girl without finishing first, right?” He teases with a smile, whispering hotly in your ear. “We’re just getting started.”

As the last syllable leaves his tongue, his hand curves under your body and reaches for the zipper on the back of your dress. You arch your back in response, giving him easy access to undo it. He pulls it down your body, leaving you in just a bra and underwear. He rested on his knees on the end of the bed, still in his clothes. He had a soft button up on, a black, silky one. Two buttons were undone at the top, teasing the faint orange curls that lie underneath. His pants match; black dress pants that show off his long legs. An expensive watch sat on his wrist, something you hadn’t noticed before. His freckles are more visible up close, almost making him seem younger. Not that you knew his age to begin with. His freckles spread everywhere on his body, to his arms, to his hands; down to his chest and legs.

As you come back to reality, you watch his fingers come up to his shirt and slowly start undoing the buttons. Without thinking, you lean up and reach for them, ultimately moving his hands out of the way. He smirk never wavers as he watches you unbutton them, occasionally looking up at the taller man. Once you undo the last one, his shirt falls open and reveals a tone chest. His abs and pecs were defined as his v-line teases you, leading into the waistline of his pants. As you look down farther, you see a noticeable bulge in the fabric. As you go to reach your hand forward, he wraps his hand around your wrist forcefully.

“Did I say you could touch me?” His voice was strict, making you want to melt right into the floor. You look up at him and shake your head, too nervous to reply verbally. “Say it.”

“No, daddy.” It came out quiet, showing how you felt. His face didn’t change as he listened to you, letting go of your arm and grabbing your chin. He stares down at you with malice, his eyes filled with venom.

"Then why did you think you could touch daddy? I didn't give you permission, did I, Y/N?" He kept talking, his tone getting more and more disappointed. You shake your head as much as you were able to with his strong grip on your chin. "I want you to speak when I'm talking to you."

"No, daddy, you didn't give me permission. I'm sorry." You reply quickly, not willingly to see what he would do if you didn't. You felt pathetic bending over backwards for the man, but he somehow managed to wrap you tight around his finger in the short amount of time you've known him. If you could even say you knew him.

“Better.” He tapped your chin with his thumb before taking his hand away and pulling the bottom of his tucked in shirt out of his pants. He lets the soft fabric slide off his arms and onto the floor underneath him. As your eyes search over his upper body, they spot a small tattoo on his left bicep. It was a crescent moon, black ink filling in the drawing.

Your eyes look back at his, silently asking to touch him. He gives you a questioning look, furrowing his eyebrows for show. He knew what you wanted.

“Can I touch you, daddy?” Your hands itch to move forwards, begging you to move further. A smile graces his features, as one of his hands brushes through your hair gently.

“Of course, doll.” It was polite, the way he said it. It brought back your confidence as you reach your hands forward and press your palms on his toned abs. One stays there, occasionally inching up, as the other drifts down. His eyes never leave yours as you hand gets lower and lower, until you finally cup his crotch. His jaw tightens, showing the indent for a second before disappearing. Your other hand moves down as well, starting to work on his belt. Having to tear apart your eye contact with him, you look at his belt to try and undo it.

Once he notices your struggle, he chuckles and takes his free hand and undoes it quickly. He must have had practice. He brings it through the belt loops and lets it fall to the floor. It pained you to watch as you realized, up close, that it was an extremely expensive brand. His eyes analyze you closely, taking note of the glance towards his belt and then the way your eyes move back towards his pants.

“I’m rich, doll. I can buy that belt every day for a month and I’d still have enough to spoil you. Don’t get upset, daddy’ll make sure you get what you want.” His hand in your hair makes its way to the back of your head and rests there, pulling lightly at the end of his sentence. A moan escapes your lips at the sudden pressure, making him smirk.

His words made a shiver pass down your body, still trying to come to terms with the fact that you had a sugar daddy. His height was already intimidating, even more so as you sat by the end of the bed while he stood in front of you. His ginger hair stood out in the bland room, as well as his pale skin, in contrast with the small decorations and paintings that were spread across the long walls behind him.

You nod your head obediently, keeping eye contact with him as your hands move up and tease around his waistline. Your fingers slip under the top of his pants, hooking them inside and then pulling them out, letting it slap back against his waist once they fell from your fingers, copying his action from earlier. His face seems irritated as you tease him, growing more impatient by the second.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock or you gonna sit there and be a fucking tease.” He says, his voice booming with demands. It seemed to be more of a statement than a question, sort of ordering you to do it and to not be tease.

His vulgar words sent a shiver through your body and straight to your core. His hand tugs on the back of your hair, your mouth opening slightly.

“I said I was gonna use that to my advantage, didn’t I, Y/N?” His stone cold face never falters, staring down at you with silent orders. You understand them and start to pull down his pants, leaving him in his matching black boxers. You can see the outline through the thin fabric, making you hesitant for a moment. He notices it and a smirk breaks through his serious facade. “What, don’t think you can take it? Why don’t you try, doll.” He says cockily, looking down at you with a smug expression.

You move forward and press teasing kisses along him, watching his jaw clench again. A small smile curves at your lips from his reaction, reaching your hands forward to rest on his thighs. Licking a small stripe in the same direction, blending in with the small wet patch that was already formed on the fabric from him.

“Fuck.” He pulls your hair tightly and tugs his boxers down, surprising you with his quick action. “Decided to be a fucking tease; didn’t your parents ever tell you that it wasn’t nice to keep people waiting?” His voice was deeper now, showing his desperation. He tugs your hair harder, opening your mouth wider. “Well, now your daddy will teach you what the consequences are.”

His hips move forwards and takes your open mouth to his disposal. You gag when he hits the back of your throat, digging your nails into his pale thighs violently. He moans, staying still and keeping his hand in your hair. His head leans back and his eyes close, taking in the first feeling of your mouth around him. When he feels a vibration against him, he groans and looks down at you. You wanted him to move, the uncomfortable position of him so far back in your throat starting to hurt you. He chuckles at your look of pain, but gives in and slowly moves his hips back. Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you gather yourself before moving against him.

His hand never leaves the back of your head, keeping a steady grip on your hair. He keeps his eyes on you as you try and take all of him, looking up at him and making heated eye contact. Your hand reaches up and wraps around what you couldn’t fit and strokes. His noises get louder, not caring about the amount of volume he has. His confidence made you move faster, wanting to try and break him.. not that you ever could.

“Fuck, you take me so well. You’re doing so good, baby.” His voice was raspy as he breathes heavily. The view you had was breathtaking, the way his abs clenched in front of your eyes, his arm muscles tightening whenever he’d pull your hair and the way his adams apple would bob when his eyes shut tight in pleasure and his mouth would open.

As you hollow your cheeks against him, a guttural moan escapes his mouth, sending your body ablaze. Muttering intelligible words under his breath, he looks back down at you watching every move you made. When he starts to breathe faster and pull your hair more, it shows you that he was getting close to his peak. Your free hand travels up to his v-line and traced your finger down it, adding a drag of your nail to his skin. The sudden sting against him makes him groan and start to move his hips. Suppressing your gag reflex, you let him thrust roughly, most likely bruising the back of your throat harshly. He holds you still with an aggressive grip to your hair, throat fucking you as fast and hard as he wanted.

Once your jaw starts to get tired, you feel his hips stutter and his lips part, letting out heavy breaths and a loud groan as he finishes. He freezes once he’s done and catches his breath before moving back slowly. When he pulls out, his hand lets go of your hair and cups under your jaw closing your mouth and making you swallow.

“You did so good for me, baby.” His eyes scan over your face, watching the tears that were in your eyes slowly fade away. “Lay back down, let daddy take care of you.” He slides his thumb along your jaw, helping you soothe the muscle.

You follow his directions, lying back on the bed once he lets you go. You’re still in your undergarments in contrast to the other man that was fully nude. He moves over you, his face hovering over yours. His freckles were more pronounced now, trailing a map around his face.

Your hand reaches up to cup the side of his face, slowly moving into his hair. The orange strands were soft, knots nonexistent as your fingers traveled through it. He leans down and captures your lips, bringing you into a slow but passionate kiss. One of his forearms holds him up by the side of your head while his right hand travels down your body, hooking his finger in your underwear. He pulls it down your legs, never breaking away from the heated kiss. Once he throws the fabric somewhere neither of you cared for, he breaks away but stays just inches away from your lips.

The same hand reaches under your back and undoes your bra, having to arch off of the bed for him to do so. You take your hand away from him and let the garment fall off of your arms and repeat the same action as him and throwing it somewhere in the spacious room.

He leans back down and kiss you, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. As you two make out, his hand surprises you when it travels up your body and grips your breast in his palm. A moan interrupts the kiss as he smiles at your reaction. He pulls away and starts teasing your neck with kisses. He sucks down on a certain spot, your breath hitching in your throat. He notices and smiles, sucking in a deep mark.

His hand reaches down and takes your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist. He feel him against you already, surprised at his stamina.

“How bad do you want it, Y/N?” He whispers hotly into your ear. He knew just how to make you shiver.

“So bad, daddy.” Your hand comes back up to his hair again, settling into his vibrant locks. You knew he loved the name, a flash of something going through his eyes every time you said it.

“C’mon, you can do better than that.” He stares down at you, never once losing his dominant position. Your breathing picks up as you listen to him, getting more and more desperate as more time passes.

“Please, daddy. I need it; I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please.” The begging comes out of your mouth on instinct, too far into his little game to back out now. He wastes no time as soon as he hears those words, moving inside you with a thrust of his hips. You cry out, feeling the pain first. Your hand tugs harshly on his hair, making him groan in response. He lets you adjust for a couple seconds, before moving inside you quickly. Pain slowly turns into pleasure as he never relents, letting you feel him deep inside.

Both of you breathe heavily, his expensive headboard hitting back against the wall painfully. It’s definitely going to leave a mark on the wall, not that he cared.

The hand that was on your thigh travels up your body and presses down on your lower stomach. “You feel that?” His tone is breathy, but it’s stable enough to leave goosebumps on your skin. He takes your free hand and moves it to where his once was and puts pressure down. “That’s me, baby. Filling you so good, fucking you so deep.”

Moans leave your lips as his words get dirtier, not being able to keep them in. “Let me here ya. I wanna hear how good I’m fucking you.” Louder moans leave your throat, per his command. His hand flies back down to your thigh, grabbing his tightly and digging his short nails into your skin.

“You close, Y/N? I can feel you squeezing me so tight- fuck.” A groan leaves him as he talks, feeling a knot tightening inside him. You nod eagerly, too focused on the way you were feeling than letting words form in your mind. “C’mon, doll. You can come, baby, it’s okay.” His permission was all you needed as your body shook lightly and you reach your peak. Back arching as you finish, you feel him still and hold you tightly as he follows quickly behind you.

Your body feels tired as you calm down, taking your hand away and letting go of the tight grip you had on his hair. He takes a second before pulling out and laying down beside you. You look up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breathing. His hand falls down on his chest as he looks over at you. Once his body relaxes, he moves up and sets his arm down to rest his temple on his hand. He’s positioned on his side to look at you. The muscles in his arms are more visible, quickly catching your eye.

His free hand reaches out to move a stray strand of hair that fell in your face when you looked over at him. “How much do you want tonight, doll?” His voice is soft, almost blending in with the comforting silence that filled the vast room.

Realization hits you like a brick, remembering why you were here in the first place. His hand slowly shifts down to your neck, resting gently on your throat. “Um.. well,” Your mind goes blank, in disbelief that he was true to his word. He laughs gently, before getting up from the bed and putting on his boxers. He walks over to the desk that you saw when you first walked in and opened a drawer, picking out a wallet that was inside. It wasn’t the same kind that he used when you both were at the bar; a different texture and color, and it obviously wasn’t in his pants.

You sit up immediately once you see stacks of bills inside, bringing your knees up to rest your feet on the soft bed. He picks some out, closes the wallet and stuffs it back inside the drawer. Walking back over to you with the green papers in his hands, he stands in front of the bed with a smile on his face.

“How ‘bout this for now?” He spreads them out in his fingers, showing you the several $100 bills. You sit in shock for a moment, before moving over to the end of the bed and reaching out for them. Before you could grab them, he pulls his hand away. “What do you say?”

Your body heats up in embarrassment at his words. “Thank you, daddy.” He smiles and hands them over to you.

“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses your head and then moves around the bed to lie back down.

Your fingers glide over the soft material, trying to decipher if it was real or not. You hear a chuckle from behind you, catching your attention. You look back as your eyes travel over his long body. His arms are stretched above his head as his hands are resting behind it, his muscles on full display. His abs were shown as he stretches out and his long legs traveled down the bed. His black boxers were dark in comparison to his pale skin, standing out in the bright comforter sitting underneath him.

“They’re real, doll. Do you really think I’d give you fake money when I live in a place like this?” He smiles cockily. You narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“Who knows? Maybe this was all just a ploy to get me in your bed.” You say with a teasing smile and started to crawl over to him. He laughs at your fake accusation, taking one arm from under his head and wrapping it around your shoulder once you lie down next to him. He brings you close to his body, making you rest your head on his chest.

“Maybe I should’ve thought of that before.” He says jokingly, laughing harder at the slap at his chest he earned. “C’mon, go to bed, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. You’re shocked that he’s inviting you to stay with him.

His other hand removes itself from behind his head as well, moving it down your side. He takes your thigh in his grasp before putting it over his waist to rest there. Your eyes relax as time passes, not realizing when you finally shut them.

Guess you’re falling asleep at your new sugar daddy’s house..

As soon as your eyes flutter open, you panic.

Looking around quickly, trying to figure out where the long, pale walls came from. You push yourself up with your hands, rubbing your eyes as you try to come back to reality. No one else was in the messy bed with you, the sheets and comforter thrown around and wrinkled. Noticing the money that sat next to you, everything hit you at once.

The man at the bar.

You sit still for a little bit, in shock that you followed a stranger to his car and then let him bring you to his own house. Though you weren’t exactly upset with the night you got out of it..

Looking back over at the money, a small white piece of paper caught your eye. It sat on a black bedside table, letting it stand out. You reach for it, curious to know if it was for you.

Hello, Y/N. I have a feeling you are probably freaked out right now, which is fine. I’m sure you already know how I feel about you, and what my intentions are, as I’m sure that I understand yours as well.

I’ve gone out for a little while, but I should be home some time soon after you read this. Feel free to explore the house, get something to eat, etc. What I have is yours now and you are mine. Be ready for when I get home, doll.

Yours,

Daddy ;)

Your heart beats fast as you finish reading the note. Did you fully understand what you were getting yourself into? You weren’t sure.

You look up from the paper, noticing the curtains covering the windows. When you step off the bed, you’re hit with a gust of wind that made you realize that you weren’t wearing anything. Quickly, you search around to where your clothes might have gotten thrown the night before. Once you find your undergarments, you put them on and stare down at the winkled dress that lie on the floor. You debate on it, before walking over to his closet doors.

They could’ve passed off as large bedroom doors, taking up a vast variety of the wall. You weren’t sure how you missed it last night, but you weren’t surprised from how entranced you were with the man that had took you home.

You hesitate as your hands perch themselves on the door handles, silently wondering to yourself if this was an invasion of privacy. “What I have is yours now,” His letter repeats in your head.

Before delving too deep in your thoughts, you quickly turn the knobs and pull it open. Frozen still, your eyes scan the large room that’s full with different sort of hangers with various types of clothing. Slowly, you take steps inside, almost as if you were trying to be secretive about it. What if he never left? What if he was downstairs right now and waiting for you?

Trying to push the thoughts out of your mind, you walk around a corner to your right. Clothes align the sides of the wall, no empty space in sight. As soon as your eyes land on a dark piece of fabric, you reach for it before it could drowns in the other pool of clothes.

It was a pair of long basketball shorts and, even though it wasn’t your size, you took them quickly so you didn’t have to walk around almost nude. Immediately after, you find another normal shirt, slipping it on fast and then making your way out incase he were to come home and find you in his closet.

Twisting the doorknob on his bedroom door, you peak your head out before opening the door fully. The house was in the same shape as it was last night; no dust, no markings, no piles of clothes. It was cleaned to a T. You wondered if he had a maid.

As you step foot outside the room, you leave his door open just incase you had to make a run for it and grab the money. Before you left the room, you made sure you had your phone with you, hanging in the oversized pocket in his shorts that you were wearing.

The entire house was silent as you walked down the steps, still trying to be as cautious as ever. You still weren’t sure how safe you were, especially that you remembered not seeing any sign of houses or paths outside of the palace last night. Once your foot hits the ground floor, you let go of the railing and keep walking into the main area.

You step through different sorts of doorways, slowly confusing yourself into the mesh of rooms. As soon as you make it to the kitchen, you stand by the counter and lean on it. Making eye contact with the fridge, your feet quickly leads you toward it.

“Feel free to explore the house, get something to eat, etc.” The letter repeats itself again, clouding your brain. Without hesitating now, you grab a carton of milk that was inside and search through each cabinet to find any sort of cereal that hid inside. Taking a bowl that you found from a different one, you pour the cereal inside and mix it with the liquid.

As you eat, the last part of his sentence stood out. “What I have is yours now and you are mine.” Your heart beat starts to pick up as the last three words repeat over and over again in your head. You are his. It was stated almost like you didn’t have a choice. You weren’t a hundred percent sure what else he truly wanted from you. Yeah, you both had a good time last night, but is that what he wanted every time you needed money? You couldn’t say you were exactly opposed to the idea given how attractive the man was, but it still felt weird.

“Be ready for when I get home, doll.” His last sentence that he wrote with a black pen, seeming to be a reoccurrence with that color, was just as odd. Did he want you to dress up for him? What was he expecting when he got home?

Noticing that all of the cereal was gone from the bowl, you take it to the sink and wash it just incase. You really didn’t want to upset him, especially with the fact that he was willing to let you stay at his house and pay you. You also weren’t exactly sure what he was capable of.

Trying to get rid of the anxiety inducing thoughts, you take deep breaths and try to find your way back to the large staircase. Once you follow your footsteps and are met with the tall white stairs, you run up them. Making your way to his door, it was the only one open, giving you a glimpse of what was inside. You walk through the doorway and scan the room. Silently asking yourself what you wanted to do, your feet take you over to your messed up dress and pick it up. Folding it subconsciously, you rest it on the top of the desk near the bed. Going through your options, you pick up the money that he gave to you and put it on top, slowly moving all of your stuff together. Once you stand back in front of the bed, you look over the room to try and find anything else. Before you could finish, you hear a creak by the door.

“Are you leaving already?”

You spin around quickly, heart racing at the sudden voice. The man from the bar stands there, resting up against the door ledge. He has a bag in his hand, failing to hide it behind him. He has a faint smirk on his face as he gets up from his leaning position and slowly walks over to you. As you stand still, almost frozen in position, you wait to see what he says next.

“I told you that I wasn’t gonna be gone for too long in that note.. and i’m sure you read it. I got something for you, baby.” He notices your tense body language, looking up at him with a neutral expression. “You don’t have to be scared, doll. I’m the same man I was last night..” His free hand reaches up and holds your chin gently. He leans down, “And I’m still your daddy.” Goosebumps prickle your skin, whether it was his close proximity or his words that filled your mind.

He laughs softly before pulling away and bringing the bag in front of him. He moves his hand forward a couple inches, signaling for you to take it. “Here, it’s yours.” Reaching forward and taking the bag hoops in your hands, you turn around and put it on the bed to open it. He stands close behind you, surprising you when you feel his hands on your hips. “I see that you got into my closet.” He whispers into your hair, just inches away from your ear. You swallow dryly, nodding. “You look cute.” One of his hands moves up and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Your body heats up at the action, already going down a deeper spiral than you were last night.

Reaching into the bag, your hand touches a certain fabric and pulls it out. Sitting in your hands is a black, lace lingerie set. It was two pieces, a bra and underwear that garters were attached to. Your body felt like it was on fire as you observed the sheer clothing, not quite noticing his left hand slide up (his) your shirt.

“Why don’t ya put it on, baby?” His voice is raspy in your ear. His words make you give in to the situation, slowly coming to the conclusion that you just wanted to please him. “Daddy wants to see your new set, princess.” His other hand squeezes your thigh, before slapping it. Your breathing picks up as you finally tear your eyes away from the lingerie in your hands and up to him. Your head turns to look at him, noticing a defined glint in his eye. It excited you, giving you more reason to follow his orders.

When you start to move, he takes his hands off of you and watches you walk into the bathroom that was connected to his room. You give him a teasing smile before you close the door, quickly changing out of the big clothes and figuring out how to fit the bra on and click the garters together.

Once you’re finished, you look up at the mirror that was above the sink. The lingerie was tight, showing off every curve and mark on your skin. Before you could dwell on any of it, you reach for the doorknob and turn it. You were anxious for his reaction, not realizing how quickly you fit into the role of being his.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes immediately darting to you once he hears the door open. His legs are spread as he rests his elbows on them, until he leans up and brushes his hands up to his thighs when he sees you.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His voice was low, vulnerably showing his need for you. Green eyes rake up and down your body, taking in the sight before him. He sat speechless as he never once took his eyes away from you.

Confidence started to fill you as you walked over to him, standing between his legs and resting your hands on his shoulders. His palms reach out and dig into your hips, almost on instinct. They slowly shift down to your thighs, squeezing the flesh before bringing you closer to him. Your chest stood inches away from his face, both of you at the position where you were taller than him as he sat down. He didn’t want that.

Suddenly, he stands back up and towers over you. Having to look up at him, his hands never leave your body. His green eyes are demanding as he keeps heated eye contact with you. His right hand reaches up and wraps around your throat. You take a sharp breath in, making him smile.

“Get on the bed for me.” He demands, his grip never letting go. Before he could let you go, he leans down closer to you. “On all fours, ass up.” His other hand trails up and squeezes your ass, making you freeze. His stone cold expression is back as he lets go and watches you scramble to get on the bed.

It felt sort of humiliating to have a man like him tell you what to do and for you to follow it so obediently. He doesn’t seem to mind as his eyes never leave your body, inspecting every move you made. He followed behind you once you situated yourself on the bed, resting on your forearms as your knees were doing the same. You feel the empty space behind you being filled as the ginger stood there, his hands reaching out to lay on your thighs. One of his hands travels up and lands on your ass, squeezing it before slapping down harshly. Your body jolts at the sudden action as a moan leaves your now parted lips. You could practically feel the smirk on his face, even with your back turned.

“You like that, baby? You like it when daddy spanks you?” The same hand smacks down harder, forcing your fingers to grip the satin sheets underneath them.

“Yes, daddy.” Your voice was already breathless, just the two slaps already taking the air out of you.

You hear him hum behind you, slowly nodding his head. His other hand moves up and rests on your ass as well, but not making any quick movements against you. The abuse on your skin already made it hot to touch, his slaps having enough force to make you flinch.

His right hand reaches down and slides a finger inside your underwear and through your slit. “Fuck, you really are enjoying this.” It seemed to be more of a mindless statement, more to himself. You feel your face get hot at his words, feeling like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t. “Do you like the pain, Y/N?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he talks cockily. Without thinking, you nod your head as a response. He takes that as a green light and smacks his hand back down on to you. Moaning louder this time, your back arches against the bed and your mouth opens in silent pleasure.

Your knuckles turn white as you grasp the sheets, feeling like your fingers were about to fall off. His slaps never relaxed as he would alter between spanking you and squeezing the skin to irritate it more.

Once you visibly flinch when his fingers touch your skin after, he notices the way you breathe heavily once he’s done. His smile never fades as he watches you. “You take it so well, doll. I’m so proud of you.” His words only manage to make you more wet than you already were.

A whine escapes your throat as you try and move backwards slightly. He understands the motion and harshly undoes the garters, rolling them down and off your legs. Running his big hands up them once they’re off, goosebumps follow his pale palms. A gasp fills the once silent room after you hear a loud tear behind you.

He just ripped your underwear open.

“Sorry, baby. You know I’ll get ya new ones.” He throws away the broken fabric behind him, his number one priority being you. Leaning down, he pressed teasing kisses to your lower back, occasionally going higher just to make you more desperate. He chuckles against your skin when you push back against him, digging his nails into your thighs. “Patience, sweetheart.” Fuck, you felt like his words could make you come alone.

His fast actions never fail to surprise you, especially when he suddenly licks up your slit. He has an arrogant smile that covered his lips, feeling pride in the fact he makes you feel good. Taking a couple more seconds to taste you, he pulls away once his fingers take over. Going back to kneeling on the bed, he looks down at you while his fingers spread you out. Letting one circle around your clit makes your breath hitch, automatically catching the man’s attention. He presses down harder and motions faster, watching your body move against him. He stops abruptly once he sees you nearing your edge, smiling devilishly when he hears you groan.

“I wanna fuck you, baby; I had to get’cha ready.” His voice cuts through the room, taking up all of the space. His left hand rests on your lower back as he takes his dick in his hand and positions himself directly behind you. “You want it, Y/N? You wanna feel me inside you?”

“Yes, daddy, please.” Your voice was broken as you begged, feeling desperate for any sort of contact with him. There was a faint laugh behind you, but at this point, you didn’t even care enough to feel embarrassed. You wanted him, needed him.

“There’s my good girl.” Thrusting forward quickly, he moves inside you perfectly. Screaming at the sudden movement and the harsh treatment, your eyes shut tight and your mouth stays open. He stays still for a moment, letting you get used to the way he felt. Once he felt it took long enough, he moved back to the point where his tip was just barely inside you before pushing his hips forward and moving completely inside. Your hands gripped the sheets again, only tighter this time.

As he kept moving, the same hand as earlier reached up and spanked you again, in the same spot. Only adding to the immense pleasure, slowly overwhelming your body with different sensations.

Incoherent words escape your mouth as he hits the perfect spot inside you. His abs clench as he thrusts forward, his arm muscles tightening as he holds your hips in a firm grip. His hand moved fast as it smacked back down against you, your back arching in an immediate response.

“You’re doing so good. Can feel you- fuck! Can feel you squeezing me so tight.” His voice is strained as he talks, noticing how much closer you get to releasing each second. His words push you farther as the stiff knot inside your stomach gets more strained. “Don’t you wanna come for your daddy? Wanna make me feel so good..?” His breathing picks up as he rambles, his eyes getting heavier.

The intense sound of skin slapping skin fills the vast room, pervading your ears. You inhale sharply when you feel a hand wrap around the front of your throat and pulling you up to meet his toned front. The new angle hits the both of you right, making you both moan loudly. His hand grips your neck tighter as his heavy breathing and groans fill your ear. Digging your nails into the arm of his other hand that reached over to rub your clit, quickly pushing you closer and closer to your release.

“C’mon, doll. Come for me, come for your daddy.” That was all you needed. You felt like you could see stars as your eyes close, taking in the intense pleasure that invaded your body. Leaning your head back subconsciously, hitting his shoulder.

As he feels you clenching around him tighter, it makes the knot in his stomach come loose. He groans as he calms down, his chest heaving slightly. You both stay in the same position for a moment, before taking a deep breath and letting him pull out.

“You did so good, Y/N. You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispers in your ear and then kisses your head. The sweet attention he gives you makes your face heat up, almost as if you both weren’t having heated sex just seconds before. He lets go of the grip he had on your neck and watched you lean down on the bed. You lie down on the messy blankets, trying to get your breathing right. As you calm down you feel the bed dip beside you and you see the bright orange hair in the corner of your eye.

“You’re gonna be so fuckin’ spoiled.” You look over at him as he stares up at the ceiling. You laugh softly at his words making him look over at you. He smiles and hovers over you. Without thinking, he leans down and presses his lips against yours. He smirks against your now swollen lips, “Round two?”

Today was gonna be a long day..

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